Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.